K-pop Lyrics

I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstepGetting GuWop(You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my nigga)Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills, young niggaYoung nigga, young nigga, young nigga, young niggaI think I’m ‘bout to lose it manSaid I’m ‘bout to go Gucci ManeIn the trap still countin’ changeDon’t fuck with y’all ‘cause you niggas lameSaid I’m ‘bout to go Gucci ManeSaid I’m ‘bout to go Gucci ManeOn the choppa rant, on the choppa rantPop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-popStill-a in that trap getting GuWopOut the sewer, now my crib the size of CubaI be riding around with that blockaWe them Brick Squad, ask FlockaVersace shit, sold the choppaCoulda been San Quentin on lockBut I two’d up that ghostI stack two floors that loafI be floor seats by that coach, I be fight seats by that ropeLately so sick I could vomit, Gin with no tonicCheat on my bitch, you know I'm dishonestBut I’m just a product of my environmentYoung nigga, young niggaPop pills, make mills young niggaGot wrist, stay trill young niggaStill talking that, still young niggaAnd I ain’t ever lose the chainAnd shawty head stupid manI think I’m ‘bout to lose it manSaid I’m ‘bout to go Gucci ManeIn the trap still countin’ changeDon’t fuck with y’all ‘cause you niggas lameSaid I’m ‘bout to go Gucci ManeSaid I’m ‘bout to go Gucci ManeOn the choppa rant, on the choppa rantPop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-popGet down or lay downShoot everything up but a school or a playgroundRun shit like a GreyhoundI’m in here, now who let the Devil in?I ain’t been taking my medicineMy trigger finger ain’t never been hesitantI am your ruler, no measurementsYou know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my niggaCash Money ‘til I die, even if I go broke, I still wouldn’t beg to differI’m all papers, I heart paperNo sharp paper, better get the point‘Cause I’m point-shaven with a sharp razorGet buck like a horse stableToo street smart, I’m a geek, I put my niggas on they feetSo if we fall it be that lean, that make a nigga fall asleepI can’t see none of you niggas, and I can see the future manWhere you going? I’m ‘bout to go Tunechi manI think I’m ‘bout to lose it manSaid I’m ‘bout to go Gucci ManeIn the trap still countin’ changeDon’t fuck with y’all ‘cause you niggas lameSaid I’m ‘bout to go Gucci ManeSaid I’m ‘bout to go Gucci ManeOn the choppa rant, on the choppa rantPop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-popGetting GuWop(You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my nigga)Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills, young niggaYoung nigga, young nigga, young nigga, young nigga